Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.